In a dark and forgotten corner, a lone figure of a man lay helplessly, hidden from prying eyes.
A heavy feeling, like a rock crushing his head, weighed down on him as he regained consciousness.
Slowly, he lifted his eyelids, greeted by dimly lit surroundings and the sound of slow, dripping water echoing from somewhere beyond the grim atmosphere.
The faint stench of mildew, thick with a musty, damp odour, like decaying wood and old stones, assaulted his nostrils, making him wonder where he was.
Mustering his remaining strength, he shifted from lying on the cold ground to an upright position, gazing around with a disoriented and confused expression. The fatigue that had overwhelmed him still lingered, causing his newly awakened body to tremble slightly.
Iron bars surrounded him on three sides—front, left, and right—with a stone-cold wall behind him, clearly indicating he was in confinement. This ominous sight took the newly awakened Mederian Prince by surprise.
